5th Fall, 513 AV:
Syna was high in the sky, the Jungle of Falyndar was a burst with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes filled the grounds and trees of Caiyha's world. The rustling of plants and thudding of feet pounding on dried mud could be heard from quite a distance, a young Myrian busted out of a thick pile of brush. He quickly climbed up thick roots of one of the huge trees that formed the jungle. He crouched on the top placing on of his hands against the trunk. Sweat dripped from his forehead, he panted with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. It had been a few days since he left Taloba, spending most of his time training and helping inside the city. He started feeling trapped, so he decided to get out. Hunt, fight, run and explore in the jungle home that he so humbly claimed. This was his world and he enjoyed every minute of it. He walked down off of the roots and back onto the mud. He knelt close to the ground, a weird reptilian footprint had dried in the mud. He brushed the twigs and fallen leaves away from the print. The jungle was filled with reptiles, but the foot print was bigger then any lizard he could think of. He sat on the balls of his feet, he looked around. Wondering how much trouble he could get himself into by following these tracks. For all he knew it could be something that could very well kill him. It could be watching him now, he sent a quick prayer to Caiyha for guidance through her jungle before standing up and following the tracks. He went over another thick, tangles group of roots and other plant life. Constantly ducking towards the ground to look for more tracks. He made his way to an open clearing. He looked around and saw nothing but plants, he could hear the calling of a few hundred different birds. He ducked down, once again resting on the balls of his feel. He looked around, seeing no sign of the tracks. He groaned and jumped back up, landing flat on his feet. 'Was it here' he wondered, his eyes darted from side to side, scanning the horizon. He say nothing, he groaned and walked over to one of the trees on the edges of the clearing. He slid down its huge trunk, resting against it. Sweat dripped off his forehead, he growled under his breath. "Petching thing. Where is it" he groaned to himself, he pulled his axe from the place it hung at his side turning it over in his hand. He flung it into the ground. It stuck the handle pointing towards him. He pondered his next move, he had lost a target he never really had in the first place. He could go to the river and see if he could catch anything, or he could head back to the city. Having nothing to show for his adventure he shook off his last idea. He would find his pray and bring it back to his clan, or at least some part of it.
Syna was high in the sky, the Jungle of Falyndar was a burst with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes filled the grounds and trees of Caiyha's world. The rustling of plants and thudding of feet pounding on dried mud could be heard from quite a distance, a young Myrian busted out of a thick pile of brush. He quickly climbed up thick roots of one of the huge trees that formed the jungle. He crouched on the top placing on of his hands against the trunk. Sweat dripped from his forehead, he panted with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. It had been a few days since he left Taloba, spending most of his time training and helping inside the city. He started feeling trapped, so he decided to get out. Hunt, fight, run and explore in the jungle home that he so humbly claimed. This was his world and he enjoyed every minute of it. He walked down off of the roots and back onto the mud. He knelt close to the ground, a weird reptilian footprint had dried in the mud. He brushed the twigs and fallen leaves away from the print. The jungle was filled with reptiles, but the foot print was bigger then any lizard he could think of. He sat on the balls of his feet, he looked around. Wondering how much trouble he could get himself into by following these tracks. For all he knew it could be something that could very well kill him. It could be watching him now, he sent a quick prayer to Caiyha for guidance through her jungle before standing up and following the tracks. He went over another thick, tangles group of roots and other plant life. Constantly ducking towards the ground to look for more tracks. He made his way to an open clearing. He looked around and saw nothing but plants, he could hear the calling of a few hundred different birds. He ducked down, once again resting on the balls of his feel. He looked around, seeing no sign of the tracks. He groaned and jumped back up, landing flat on his feet. 'Was it here' he wondered, his eyes darted from side to side, scanning the horizon. He say nothing, he groaned and walked over to one of the trees on the edges of the clearing. He slid down its huge trunk, resting against it. Sweat dripped off his forehead, he growled under his breath. "Petching thing. Where is it" he groaned to himself, he pulled his axe from the place it hung at his side turning it over in his hand. He flung it into the ground. It stuck the handle pointing towards him. He pondered his next move, he had lost a target he never really had in the first place. He could go to the river and see if he could catch anything, or he could head back to the city. Having nothing to show for his adventure he shook off his last idea. He would find his pray and bring it back to his clan, or at least some part of it.
